"Chris?" She hears a voice very softly.
"STREET?" She calls out again. "Call again." She demands.
"I'm here." Whispers followed by coughs. "I'm under the roof." He adds. Chris sees the spot and rushes over. When she sees him lying there and that he is conscious, it makes her insanely happy. She gets down on her knees in front of him, by his head and puts her right hand to his cheek.
"I finally found you." She smiles slightly at him. "Are you hurt?"
"I, I don't know, honestly." Actually, he does know. He can feel a large piece of glass from the window stuck in his stomach, but he doesn't want to worry Chris. "I think I'm okay." He lies. "And you? He eyes her. "What about your arm?" He looks at her with concern.
"It's not bad, the shoulder's dislocated. It'll be fine." She says tersely. "Now we'll try to get that piece of roof off you together, okay?" He just nods. "I'll lift it and you try to push against it with your legs. On three." She grabs the roof with her hand. "One, two, three." And they both mobilize all the strength they have left. Since it's a corrugated metal roof, the two actually make it.
"We did it!" She leans in and kisses him in relief.
"Yeah, you're just amazing." He tries to smile, but the pain is enormous.
"What's wrong? Where are you in pain?" She can tell by the look on his face that something is wrong. She searches him with her eyes and suddenly freezes when she gets to his stomach.
"God, why didn't you say something?" She looks at him in shock.
"I didn't want to worry you Chris." He admits.
"You're really stupid sometimes, you know that?!" She's almost annoyed, but her concern for him is greater. "You're losing some blood." She doesn't flinch for long and takes off her vest. This is followed by her jacket and then her shirt. She bends over him, pressing it to his wound, and at the moment is just sitting in front of him in her sports bra.
"AAAAAAHH!" Comes from him. "Do you have to?"
"Sorry, but there's no other way. I have to stop the bleeding somehow." She looks around, hoping to spy a way out somewhere, but everything is buried.
"If I'm going to die now, at least I'll have a fantastic view." He tries to grin, staring at her cleavage. It takes Chris a moment for her to realize what he was saying.
"Jim Street, you're an ass!" She can't help shaking her head and smirking, though. "Our radio is down, so we can't call in. The fire and smoke are getting stronger and your wound needs professional attention." She is nervous and doesn't know what to do herself at the moment. Street puts his hand on hers.
"Hey, look at me." She does as he says. "Everything's going to be fine. They're going to find us. I'm so glad you're okay." He raises his hand and places it against her cheek. She closes her eyes briefly and enjoys the touch. When he makes hints to get up, she pushes him back to the floor energetically with her other free hand.
"Are you crazy? You are absolutely not allowed to move!" She says harshly to him and is caught up again by her own pain. She grits her teeth and has tears in her eyes. "Street, can you please press on your wound with one hand and stand on my hand with the other." She speaks very slowly because she knows what she is about to do is going to hurt insanely.
"Um yeah, but what are you going to do?" He pauses and then realizes what she wants to do. "You're going to put a restriction on your shoulder? Chris, don't do that, you need a doctor to do that." He's afraid something will go wrong.
"I know, but it can't stay like this, I'm freaking out. I saw in a doctor's documentary once how they do it." She looks helplessly at her friend. "Count, please."
"Okay, you ready?" He wants to know and she nods. "One, two, three!"
Everything happens very quickly. Chris twists her arm so that within seconds her shoulder is socked back in. Meanwhile, she bites down on her vest to stifle a scream. When the shoulder is back in place, she lies down for a moment.
"Chris? What's wrong?" With his free hand, he touches her stomach.
"Nothing, I'm fine, just dizzy right now. I'll be all right in a minute." She replies. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in and out.
"Chris, are you okay?" Street wants to inquire, but when he doesn't get an answer from her he gets nervous. "Chris?" He tries again. As he shakes her a little he notices in shock that she is not conscious. "Oh fuck. Chris? Please, open your eyes again." He's panicked and would love to crawl over to her, but if he does, the splinter might work its way further into his stomach. "What am I going to do?" He feels helpless and seeing Chris so lifeless in front of him scares him, insane scares. With his free hand, he keeps stroking her cheek, hoping she will wake up.
Minutes pass and he too has now closed his eyes to calm himself.
"I can't lose my nerve now." He talks to himself. He has lost all sense of time and he realizes that he continues to bleed, despite Chris shirt. Again he looks over at her and she doesn't look good. Her skin is ashen and her lips are totally dried out. Water. Yes water would be great now, because Street is also incredibly thirsty. Again he closes his eyes and slowly he loses all hope for a timely rescue. Just as he is about to despair, he hears voices. He tears open his eyes and looks around, but there is no one there. No lights, no people, nothing, but he hears voices again.
He looks at Chris and realizes the voices are coming from the radio. With a heavy heart, he lets go off her and feels for his radio with his free hand. He presses the button.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me? Hello?" He asks desperately. Moments of silence pass and he is already losing the spark of hope when suddenly a voice sounds.
"Street?" It's Hondo.
"Hondo! Hello! I'm here, hello!" he shouts in quick succession.
"Thank God. Street are you okay? Is Chris with you?" He wants to know.
"Yes Chris is here, but she is unconscious. She needs to get out of here as soon as possible Hondo. I can't move. I have a piece of glass in my stomach. Please come quickly." His voice keeps breaking and tears of relief run down his face.
"Do you have your flashlight within reach?" Hondo is tense and full of concern for his two team members.
"Yeah, I can reach it."
"Okay, then turn it on and move it. Maybe that way we can see where the light is coming from and we can track it."
"I have it on, actually you should be seeing something now Hondo."
"Yes! Yes, we see the light. Hang in there, we're coming!" Both teams run to the building and make their way to the light beam.
"Chris, help is coming, do you hear me? Please wake up already. Chris...I need you." He pleads and his fear for her grows. He holds her hand and squeezes it again and again. Suddenly he feels a pressure.
"Street?" She stammers.
"Hey honey, oh thank God. We're gonna be saved, you hear?" Again tears run down his cheeks.
"Yeah. Did I pass out?" Slowly she straightens up, feeling that eerie pain again. Sharply she draws in the air.
"Yes you were and I almost perished from fear for you. Don't ever do that again to me." He reprimands her.
"How's your wound?" She can hear exactly in his voice that he is weak and wants to cover it up once again. "Let me see." She sees the big puddle of blood underneath him and is just glad help will be here soon. "Hold on ok?" She leans over and kisses him deeply.
"Yeah, me, I can handle it." He murmurs. "I'm really tired Chris." He continues to murmur and Chris immediately responds.
"Hey, don't fall asleep, you hear me? Stay awake! Damn!" She gently shakes him by his shoulder but he stops responding.
"Chris? Street? Hello?" It's Deacon's voice Chris hears.
"We're here! Heeeelloooo!" She yells. "Come quick, please. Street needs help!" And not a minute later she looks into the eyes of her team, her family, and with relief she bursts into tears.
"Chris, thank God!" Deacon takes her in his arms briefly, but tightly. He is insanely relieved.
Hondo and Will have arrived by Street.
"Hey Kid, can you hear me?" Lightly he slaps him on the cheek, but no response.
"We need the fire department and ambulance in here now. Now!" He shouts into his radio.